Chapter 121: Sacred Truth and Dharma King

“Swish!”“Swish!”

Two monks in monastic robes, like two streaks of magical energy, surged up the mountain at an incredible speed, reaching Zhuang Yue in an instant.

One monk, a pure Immortal Body, wore a blue monastic robe. He looked to be in his twenties, with a fair complexion, jade-like skin, and only a thin layer of hair on his head, giving him a very heroic appearance.

The other monk was a tiger-like aberrant human. The fur on his tiger head had been completely shaven, leaving only a black “王” (king) character on his forehead. He produced a white cloth bag and, before Zhuang Yue could react, trapped her inside it.

That cloth bag was a powerful magical artifact. Despite Zhuang Yue’s cultivation at the third level of the Five Seas Realm, she could neither escape nor break free from it.

“Oh no, it’s Mie Di and Dao Di from the Four Noble Truths of Coffin Mountain. Let’s go, Brother Dao Zhen, we need to get her back!”

Shi Shishi stopped hiding, channeled his magical power, and charged forward at high speed.

Li Weiyi knew about the Four Noble Truths of Coffin Mountain from what Yin Twenty-Five had told him.

They were the four most talented individuals of Coffin Mountain’s younger generation, second only in fame to: the Three Zen Masters, the Two Bodhisattvas, and the One Taboo.

This referred to the strongest person in each of Coffin Mountain’s four generations, not necessarily the top ten strongest individuals in Coffin Mountain overall.

The Two Bodhisattvas referred to Xu Fodu and An Xianjing.

Back in Jiuli City, Li Weiyi had barely saved his life by treating An Xianjing and the group of rice-puppet children she brought to noodles.

Li Weiyi knew his own limitations. Not only was Jiang Ning nearby and could arrive at any moment, but even these barbarians—the Noble Truths and Dharma Kings—were formidable figures renowned throughout the Southern Realm, with unfathomable cultivation.

He quietly retreated and headed down the mountain.

He would have to find another way to retrieve the seven Phoenix-Wing Moth Sovereigns later.

When Jiang Ning discovered Zhuang Yue had been captured, her eyes blazed with cold light. With a flick of her sleeve, she unleashed a torrent of white magical feathers that converged into a long white river, surging towards the two suddenly appearing monks.

Mie Di knew her prowess. He threw the cloth bag down the mountain, shouting, “Take her away first!”

Halfway down the mountain, six Buddhist thieves waiting there caught the cloth bag and tossed it into a carriage.

Two white elephants pulled the carriage, its wheels rumbling as it sped down the mountain.

On the mountaintop, Dao Di clasped his hands together. His snow-white skin turned golden, and a massive, ten-meter-tall Buddha’s palm print struck out, scattering the surging river of white feathers.

Suddenly, astonishment surged in his pupils.

“Buddhist thieves dare to meddle here? You’re asking for death!”

Jiang Ning cried out, following closely behind the river of white feathers.

She swung her sword in mid-air, unleashing a bright streak of sword energy like a celestial river.

“Ninefold Zen Beads.”

Dao Di threw out a string of Buddhist beads. On each bead, nine golden Buddhist characters appeared. Each character transformed into a sacred Buddha shadow, six or seven meters tall, displaying nine mysterious stances: some forming seals, some pinching fingers, some kicking legs... nine combat techniques unleashed simultaneously.

“Tiger-Elephant Born.”

Mie Di let out a tiger’s roar from his mouth. His magical energy combined with his Daoist spiritual will, forming a golden tiger shadow that enveloped his body and extended its sharp claws skyward.

“Boom!”

Taking Jiang Ning’s sword strike head-on, Dao Di and Mie Di slid back dozens of meters, plowing two deep furrows. Their monastic robes showed slashes from the sword energy.

Even working together, they could barely contend.

“Your opponent is me.”

Long Ting raised a two-foot-long bone flute to his lips. As the sorrowful, wailing sound of the flute began, a beam of light rose from the distant immortal mist and cloud sea, transforming into a long bridge that extended towards the mountaintop, coiling around Jiang Ning.

Li Weiyi had just descended the mountain when he heard continuous rumbling not far away, like an earthquake.

He looked over.

Two white elephants were pulling a carriage, hurtling down the mountain, kicking up clouds of dust.

There were six Buddhist thieves: two riding on the elephants’ backs, two driving the carriage, and two standing on the carriage roof.

They all had bronze skin, stout and muscular builds, each holding a string of skull Buddhist beads, with murderous glares. They looked less like monks and more like butchers in monastic robes.

On that carriage, Li Weiyi sensed the aura of the seven Phoenix-Wing Moth Sovereigns.

“Rumble!”

The two white elephants drew closer to him. Li Weiyi looked back at the mountain behind him, saw no sign of Mie Di and Dao Di pursuing, gritted his teeth, changed his direction, and charged towards them.

The two Buddhist thieves standing on the carriage roof were the first to hear the approaching whooshing sound.

“Who are you, little thief? Get lost! Can’t you see we are masters from Coffin Mountain?” one of the Buddhist thieves roared.

Though he couldn’t see them, he knew someone was approaching.

“My Suizong is the foremost sect in Lizhou! Why should I fear those from Coffin Mountain? I, Wang Dao Zhen, am taking what’s in that carriage!”

Li Weiyi’s arrogant tone infuriated the other party.

The two Buddhist thieves on the carriage roof exchanged glances, then leaped down abruptly to intercept Li Weiyi.

Both were at the first level of the Five Seas Realm. They activated the skull Buddhist beads in their hands, and in an instant, dozens of departed spirits appeared, surging towards Li Weiyi like two chilling ghostly clouds.

Li Weiyi channeled his magical energy into his Corpse Robe Soft Armor. A bloody mist and crimson scriptures manifested around him. They collided, smashing through the ghostly clouds of departed spirits, and he landed a palm strike on the chest of each Buddhist thief.

“Bang! Bang!”

The two Buddhist thieves spat blood and were sent flying like paper figures.

“With just this much strength, you dare oppose my Wang family?”

Li Weiyi was secretly surprised by their formidable physical defense. Having no time to continue attacking them, he left those words and pursued the rapidly moving carriage ahead.

The two severely wounded Buddhist thieves barely managed to stand up, their internal organs heavily damaged. Their eyes filled with venom as they watched the rapidly receding illusory figure, silently noting down the Wang family and Wang Dao Zhen.

As the distance closed, Li Weiyi executed “Yellow Dragon Ascends to Heaven,” lifting off the ground and soaring towards the carriage roof.

“Roar!”

A dragon shadow manifested, seemingly about to land on the carriage in a single step.

“I see that you are not from Suizong, but rather from Dragon Gate, aren’t you?”

The two individuals who had been driving suddenly rushed onto the carriage roof and each launched a palm strike.

Li Weiyi was prepared. He threw out his mid-grade magical artifact, the Iron Book. Thirty-five pages flew out, striking the two Buddhist thieves, causing them to cry out in pain as they fell from the carriage.

Some pages then surged towards the two individuals riding on the white elephants’ backs.

Those two were at the second level of the Five Seas Realm, with significantly higher combat power than the previous four. They swung the skull prayer beads in their hands, batting away all the approaching pages.

Then, they lunged towards the carriage from left and right.

The carriage compartment exploded with a bang. Where was the person? The two Buddhist thieves looked around in confusion.

Li Weiyi, holding the rope of the bag, slung the white cloth bag onto his back and reappeared in the open field over ten zhang away. He used his magical energy to recall all the Iron Book pages, then fled into the distance.

“Stop!”

The two Buddhist thieves, both at the second level of the Five Seas Realm, pursued him, occasionally launching long-range magical energy attacks.

Li Weiyi, annoyed, turned to confront them. His figure shifted rapidly as he delivered a palm strike to each, threatening, “If you keep chasing, I, Wang Dao Zhen, will go on a killing spree. Don’t blame me for disregarding our alliance!”

These two Buddhist thieves were both at the Seven Springs Breaking Five Seas level.

Although they had cultivation at the second level of the Five Seas Realm, their combat power was far inferior to Wang Dao Zhen’s, who was at Eight Springs Breaking Five Seas, or Yuan Sheng, who had the benefit of physical strength.

After each of them withstood one of Li Weiyi’s Sky-Overturning Palm prints, their arms were so numb with pain that they almost lost feeling. How could they dare to chase Li Weiyi, who had already fled several li away?

Behind him, the sound of rushing wind and footsteps rapidly approached: “Brother Dao Zhen, don’t forget our agreement: both sides share information.”

He glanced back and, sure enough, it was Shi Shishi. He had been injured by Jiang Ning and was bleeding from his mouth, but he was relentlessly pursuing Li Weiyi, and his speed was considerably faster than Li Weiyi’s.

“Alright, once I get the information, I’ll be sure to tell the Dharma King first. The Dharma King seems to be seriously injured; it’s better to recover first!” Li Weiyi channeled both immortal mist and magical energy to boost his Night-Travelling Robe, unleashing an even greater speed.

Shi Shishi said, “It’s nothing, just a minor injury. Brother Dao Zhen, please stop. We are allies, don’t overthink it, we can interrogate together.”

Li Weiyi clearly saw Shi Shishi pull out a dagger as he said this. How could he not overthink it? This little fatty was too dishonest!

Li Weiyi knew very well that carrying someone significantly affected his speed, and he would soon be overtaken by Shi Shishi. With his current cultivation, he was certainly no match for him.

He decided to stop and placed the white cloth bag on the ground.

Zhuang Yue’s strength was formidable, and with the seven Phoenix-Wing Moth Sovereigns, they could definitely put up a fight if they joined forces.

Li Weiyi had accounted for everything, but he hadn’t anticipated that as soon as he untied the magical artifact rope on the cloth bag, a bright finger-sword would strike out from within, aiming directly for his glabella.

It was impossible to evade.

The spiritual light and fire in Li Weiyi’s glabella spirit realm erupted, forming a beam of light that blocked her finger-sword for an instant.

Seizing that brief moment, Li Weiyi quickly rolled sideways, but her fingertip still drew a bloody mark on his ear.

It was too strange, too ruthless; he nearly capsized because of her.

Fortunately, during this period, Li Weiyi had continuously consumed Light Flame Pills, significantly advancing his spiritual power cultivation, causing the bright fire in his glabella spirit realm to flourish. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to block her finger-sword for even an instant.

“Villain, prepare to die!”

Zhuang Yue drew the battle sword from her back, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

In such a dangerous situation, Li Weiyi couldn’t pretend any longer. He quickly pulled back the hood of his Night-Travelling Robe and shouted, “Zhuang Yue, it’s Sima Tan! You need to figure out who saved you and who the real villain is!”

A surprised gleam appeared in Zhuang Yue’s beautiful eyes. She carefully recognized him: “You’re actually alive, and you’ve broken through your cultivation?”

Li Weiyi stood up: “Return the seven... insects to me.”

Zhuang Yue’s face showed embarrassment.

Half a month ago, during the battle at the boundary of the Five Seas Realm, they had originally planned to intervene and rescue him at his most dangerous moment, using the opportunity to bring him under the court’s service.

But events unfolded too quickly, and they couldn’t save him.

Ultimately, Zhuang Yue killed Master Liu, who intended to claim the seven wondrous insects, and then used precious medicine to lure the seven wondrous insects away. Now, seeing the owner of the wondrous insects again, as a proud martial cultivator from Luan Terrace, she felt guilty and her expression was unnatural.

What’s more,

It seemed that he had genuinely saved her.

Shi Shishi arrived, stunned: “So it’s not Brother Dao Zhen, but Brother Sima. What’s the situation now?”

Li Weiyi, knowing the court’s hatred for barbarians, introduced him to Zhuang Yue: “This is Dharma King Shishi of the Earth Wolf King Army!”

“That’s me,” Shi Shishi said.

“Take this sword!”

Zhuang Yue, thinking Shi Shishi was the one who had captured her, finally found an opportunity for the anger in her chest to erupt. Her magical energy surged, activating her combat will. Instantly, a ten-foot-tall illusory female figure appeared, overlapping with her body, and launched a sword straight at Shi Shishi.

“Bang bang!”

After several exchanges of blows, Li Weiyi could see that even with Shi Shishi’s severe injuries, Zhuang Yue was still no match for him.

“Zhuang Yue, give me back the insects first!”

Once he had the insects, he planned to make a run for it.

“Bang!”

With one collision, Zhuang Yue reeled back, her cloud sleeve torn, blood dripping from her fingers.

Even the youngest Dharma King was incredibly formidable.

Her face pale, she hesitated for a moment, then took off the insect tube and threw it to Li Weiyi: “This villain’s cultivation is profound; I’m no match for him. You go first, and remember to tell my young lady who killed me.”